Cadey takes her clothes off

You look uncomfortable Cadey. Are you nervous? Perhaps your clothes are too tight. You should losen them." Frank smiled, looking at the teen with predatory eyes. "I've brought some lemonade to refresh ourselves. Here's a glass."

"Thank you Mr. President. And I think my clothes are too tight," she murmured, glancing at the caged girl. I hope you don't mind if I loosen them."

"Not at all, I want you to be comfortable."

"Thank you sir," she whispered softly, unbuttoning her top.

"That looks better. You're a ripe young thing."

"I live to serve Mr. President," she whispered.

"You proved that the other day," Frank chuckled. "I remember squeezing that fine ass."

"This one, Mr. Presiden?," she purred.

"That's the one," he growled, sitting back and admiring her. Megan was on her knees, staring at Cadey, her eyes wounded and liquid.

"Don't mind the bitch in the cage. She has her purpose and uses, just like you."

"Yes...yes sir...it's not for me to say...you're the boss..."

"So why don't you show the boss what you have to offer."

"Yes sir..." she whispered, pulling her clothes off, her eyes anxious and needy. "I'll give you anything you want."

"I know you will Cadey," he smiled wolfishly. "Lay back here and let me examine you. I want to make sure you're able to take care of your duties."

"Oh...oh yes Mr. President," she murmured, laying back on a day bed, her face eager and anxious as Frank fondled her.

"You're hot and wet and juicy," he growled, glancing at Megan squirming in her cage, her eyes wide and wanton. "All ready to serve."

"Oh God Yes Mr. President! I'm Yours To Use! However You Want! Please...Mr. President! Please..."